My Qin Huairu in Siheyuan is not the White Lotus of the Golden Age

With a loud shout, Bang Geng's eyes were red and the veins on his arms were bulging. He was extremely angry.

"Oh!"

Every punch hit the flesh, but the one who was injured was not Wang Zicheng, but Bang Geng who took the initiative to attack. The moment he dared to attack Wang Zicheng, the outcome was already doomed!

"Awesome!"

"My son!"

The fat girl looked at Banggeng who was knocked to the ground and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her heart was about to break, because this was her precious eldest son.

Bang Geng was unmoved. He was so angry that he even tried to hold on and continue to attack. Seeing this, the old man rushed forward without hesitation. This was his only incense? Heritage?

"Wang Zicheng, are you still a human being? You even don't let children go!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Wang Zicheng picked up the stick and slapped him on the butt several times. He stopped only after the stick was bruised and in excruciating pain.

The onlookers in the courtyard were stunned. Wang Zicheng was really unscrupulous. He even dared to use such heavy hands on a teenager.

"Boy! Do you want to continue..."

Wang Zicheng asked provocatively, sneering: "Do you really think you can do whatever you want at such a young age? If your parents won't teach you, then I will be merciful and teach you a lesson!"

"you……"

Banggeng was furious and looked at Wang Zicheng with red eyes.

The old man looked at everything in front of him with hatred gritting his teeth. If looks could kill, Wang Zicheng would have been killed by him seventeen or eighteen times already.

Wang Zicheng said with a smile: "Uncle, what are you looking at me like that? I'm not educating your eldest son, why are you so anxious?"

Wang Zicheng stretched out his tone and smiled: "Oh~~~~Or is it that the stick is yours..."

"Wang Zicheng, you are such a stinking fart!"

The old man was extremely panicked. This kid had hinted to him many times today. He really doubted whether Wang Zicheng really knew something.

He doesn't dare to gamble!

"Let go of my son!"

The fat girl hurriedly crawled to Wang Zicheng's feet, tugging at his trouser legs and wailing, "Wang Zicheng, I beg you, let my son go, let him go quickly!"

"Jia Dongxu, you're a piece of shit. Banggeng is not your son. Why don't you fart?"

"He's not dead yet! Why are you howling?"

Wang Zicheng scolded and threw the stick next to the fat girl: "I'll give you one last chance. Move everything out of the house, otherwise..."

"I'll move, I'll move..."

As soon as the voice fell, the fat girl went into the room and took out the quilt: "Jia Dongxu, why are you still standing there? Why don't you help me!"

"oh oh!"

Jia Dongxu responded foolishly, then ran into Wang Zicheng's house and quickly moved his belongings.

An old man sighed and said, "Alright, alright, let's all go. There's nothing to see here!"

Things have come to this point, and it is obviously impossible for the girl to continue living in this room, and he has no other choice.

When the spectators saw that there was nothing to watch, they left in groups of two or three.

Then, an old man also went into the house to move things. After about ten minutes, all the things were moved out.

"Wang Zicheng, just wait, this matter is not over yet!"

When the old man left, he looked at Wang Zichen with gloomy eyes. The feud had been established, and he would not be a gentleman if he did not take revenge!

"Bang Geng, go home with the uncle!"

I took the teary-eyed Xixi back with Bang Geng.

"Bye bye!"

After saying that, Wang Zicheng walked into Quzi and closed the door.

"Squeak..."

As the door closed, the old man and the fat girl felt a sense of disappointment. At the same time, they knew that they would no longer be able to live in this house after living in it for five years.

"Uncle, what should we do?"

"Our house is so small, and the stalk is so big. We only have one kang, which is too small for sleeping!"

The fat girl became more and more nervous as she spoke. She looked so pitiful that I felt even more sorry for her.

How could the old man bear this? Under the pleading of the girl, he could only say: "Let's do this first. Banggeng and Dongxushui will stay here. You can take Huaihua and Xiaodang to my house tonight to stay for a while."

"We'll figure out a way to deal with the house later."

The fat girl said gratefully: "Thank you, uncle!"

After all the onlookers left, Wang Zicheng turned around and went back home.

There was nothing else except that bed.

Now it looks much more refreshing!

Of course, Wang Zicheng definitely didn't want the bed, so he just raised his hand and cleaned the house thoroughly.

Not to mention the bed, even the newspapers on the walls were gone.

Empty, nothing is left in sight.

Afterwards, he turned around and went into his personal space, took out some furniture, bedding, dishes and chopsticks, and it looked a bit like what it was.

Looking at everything familiar, Wang Zicheng sighed.

Although the living conditions in Hong Kong are much better than here, living there will never be as comfortable as here.

Now that I'm back.

Wang Zicheng plans to live here for a longer period of time.

Qin Huairu and his team have already established a firm foothold in Hong Kong.

With Lei Luo and others outside and the 10 t1000 liquid robots inside, there is no need to worry about safety issues.

It’s not too late to leave when the special period comes, while the time is good now.

Not long after, night fell.

As expected, the third uncle knocked on Wang Zicheng's door very punctually.

"Uncle, you are here!"

The third uncle suddenly looked at everything in the house, scratched his head and thought: "Hey, didn't they say that everything in the house was thrown out? How come it's still there!"

Of course, the third uncle would not dwell on these small issues.

He said cheerfully: "Zicheng, the third uncle's fish is ready--"

He looks so silly, he really deserves a beating!

After Wang Zicheng brought him in, he fried a few small dishes.

Being alone is kind of boring.

It was a good choice for the uncle to play with him and kill time.

The two of them ate for a long time, and the third uncle was finally dragged home by the third aunt.

He was drunk and couldn't control his mouth!

After the third uncle left, Wang Zicheng washed up and went into his personal space.

Li Changqing was still in a coma.

Wang Zicheng did not dare to be careless. He pushed her uterus to circulate blood and helped her wake up earlier.